Matthew Anish Poet I do not know?

Dark Tonic

Ghostly apparition
in the forest
      leads you to the 
highest trees
      light filters in 
through the leaves
          a rustling sound 
is heard
         far from the madness
which 
       the city brings
Ghostly apparition!
            you speak to me
in silent tones
every light, every echo
  means that your
        presence is felt
  let fools beware
the past will visit 
       those who forget suffering
dark corridors of 
     the city
are home to the 
      lost generation
      Breathe deeply
the air is still sweet
       and holds promise
for those who
      remember the 
           reality
   which formed us
which made us whole

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Andrea Dietrich March 21, 2011 at 11:02 PM I can just about see that light filtering through the branches of that highest tree, Matt!!